Tárogató, 1940-1941 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1940-07-01 / 1-2. szám

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TÁROGATÓ

perform ordinary operations. He was in black despair,' but fortunately he told his professor, and that wise man said, “You can’t do wet surgery, but why not try dry surgery?” In another twenty years that boy was world-famous. He had gained his desire to be a great surgeon, but he was not the kind of surgeon he had first set out to be.

That is the way with some of our wishes. God does not grant us them exactly. He fulfils them another way because he wants us to do other work for him. But he still wants us to keep on wishing and bringing our wishes to him. — The Children’s Great Texts of the Bible. from “The Explorer.”

A Word to Youth.

Professor Huxley having explained to a confident youth that no man can explain the universe, the youth asked the professor:

“What, then, is the use of all your learning if you know nothing at the end of it?”

Huxley: “I know nothing and you know nothing, but I know why I know nothing and you don’t, and that is the difference between us.”

from “Canadian Boy.”

A Note to the Future

This message is to be buried in the roof of a concrete Air Shelter at Nuneaton:

Being desirous of preserving their lives from bombs and other death-dealing devices dropped from the air by machines that fly like birds, the people of these islands took to digging holes in the ground and building structures (ike this, and of generally living like moles; yet even now we call ourselves civilized.

The message also cals on future generations to regard with pity such barbarous ways.

from “Canadian Girl.” To School on a Camel

Schools must have improved vastly since Shakespeare wrote of small boys creeping like snail unwillingly to school. We have just heard of a boy who rode four hundred miles through dangerous

country on a camel in his eagerness to get to one. He is a European boy, whose home in the Kalahari Desert, near the Southwest African border, was four hundred miles from the nearest school at Olifántshoek. A motor-car could never have reached there across the drifting sand dunes. Waterholes were too few and far apart to allow him to go on horseback. But camels are plentiful in that neighbourhood, and so on a camel he went. He found his way safely to Olifantshoek, after a journey which many a man of Africa would have hesitated to undertake alone, for there are few white men in this back-of-beyond district, and many lions and leopards. from “Canadian Boy.”

Sorry — How Much?

By A. L. D.

I feel so sorry for Neighbour Smiley,” Dave Cameron lamented. “He’s lost all his stock in that fire, and that’s such a loss. I’m so sorry.”

Nettie, Dave’s wife, looked up from the dress she was making for Gracie Smiley, and asked, “How sorry are you, Dave?”

“I don’t know how much, Nettie, but I’m awfully sorry.”

’’Are you sorry enough to give him one of your cows?” she asked further.

“Yes, I am,” he replied firmly.

“Then take it to him now,” she ventured to suggest.

And, turning on his heel, my greatgrandfather went out and straight to his stable. Selecting the best cow in his small herd, he drove her at once to his unfortunate neighbour’s place.

Now, not all the genuine sympathy which expresses itself in concrete form, was shown back in great-grandfather’s day. Just recently our family suffered a minor calamity. A true friend, when she heard of our loss, wrote saying, “Words fail to express my feelings, but if there is anything that I can do, 1 will feel much better. May he who faileth not, give you the necessary fortitude, courage and strength. And when the bright days appear, may you rise up to call him blessed for his keeping power and providing care.” Tucked within the folds of that letter we found